Nova Peak oh, but it's long.

Totally ok!

A moon ago, White Feather, upon the Rise, had called out a seeking song.

Now, a new voice on the wind. It was a lonely one from a distant peak.

Winter Hawk, by her side, replied. The she-wolf stood still and listened for the faraway male’s next chorus… but it did not come.

But then — ! A scent carried by the Taiga.

White Feather tipped her head back to add a second verse to White Hawk’s song.

We’re here, the spirit sang.

Then, with a glance to Winter Hawk, she descended to their borders to find him.